A Toybox Is A Sunken Chest Poem by Lazarus Knix

A toy box is a sunken chest

In an azure ocean

Of warm memories


Do you remember burying at sea-

Mr. Jack-in-the-Box, Building blocks

Or that brown bear with the black button eye?


You could be a scuba diver!

Yes, you can return….

Without the gills of Imagination

You owned as a youth, though.


I often dive in too deep-

I succumb to the pressure and

Softly cry.


But damn it!

I shouldn’t of pretended

To be a pirate when I was ten!

Burying my treasures so greedily

In the coarse sands of adolescence

Hastily sailing toward

'Cars' and 'Girls' and 'Responsibility'


I see it now though...

Kids are the captains-

Adults swab the deck.